Bread in the Freezer

I need a loaf of bread from the downstairs freezer.

I walk down the stairs and notice the nightlight bulb is burned out. I turn around, head to the hall closet to get a new bulb. I pick up my son’s shoes by the front door on my way up. I drop the shoes in his room and find the kitchen scissors on his desk.

With the scissors in my left hand, I reach into the closet black hole and retrieve a nightlight bulb. I notice the bathroom light is on. Two paces to the left, I flip the light off…but not before noticing the unflushed toilet. Really? Down it goes. Thankfully, I caught the bulb before it slipped out of my hand and into the swirling waters.

A less-than-fragrant aroma wafts from the kitchen trash when I open the cabinet to put away the scissors. I cinch up the offensive bag  and take it outside to the trash can. Next to the rose bush lay my garden clippers. Argh, I did that. I left them after yesterday’s yard work. Off to the shed.

As I pass through the gate, our dog welcomes me with exuberance into her domain. Grins! I pitch a stick across the yard. She takes off. Retrieves it but only half-way. Silly girl! I go to pick it up. My foot slides in an all too familiar way. I have stepped in a pile of dog poo.

I use the stick to flick poo from the crevasses of my running shoes. The dog wants the stick back. Gross. I make my way to the shed, put the clippers on the shelf (intentionally ignoring the mess on the floor), then return to the house through the laundry room.

The washing machine has finished the spin cycle. The nightlight bulb goes on the workbench while I transfer the whites to the dryer and add the dark clothes to the washer. Carrying a few “delicates” to drip-dry in the bathroom, I leave the basement…grabbing the bulb on the way out.

I walk up the stairs. Replace the bulb, thankful it works after it’s long trek. The clothes get to the shower bar to hang dry. Then my stomach rumbles like Chewbacca of Star Wars. I go to the kitchen to make a sandwich.

Oh wait… I need a loaf of bread from the downstairs freezer.

And so it goes. The connectedness and complexities of life are undeniable.

Photo credit: JD Hancock via photopin cc

Posted by Sharon R. Hoover

About Sharon R Hoover

Serving the church for over twenty years in discipleship and mission ministries, I've walked alongside many people travelling and exploring the journey of faith. Add in my own crazy path and I hope my writing will offer glimpses of life worth sharing.
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4 Responses to Bread in the Freezer

  1. oh yes, can sure relate!

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